It's a promise,
From the rock of ages,
That He will give,
To those who will endure!
To those who will keep clean,
Till His face being seen,
Coming down from heaven,
To take those who will keep clean!
It's a holy city He made,
Where lights do not fade,
With walls made of gold,
It's floor made of diamond!
Where there is no hungry,
Where there is no more cry,
Where we won't again die,
Where we shall be overwhelmed with joy!
But to reach there isn't easy,
One should hate the dirty,
Avoid feeling envy,
Love ,care and live friendly!
Give what one have,
Feed those who starve,
Obey the "source of life"!
Pray and throw not the hope!
©joseph_s
J